"I tried. They were blocked." He eyed me for a minute. "Much the same as you are."
I frowned. Rhoan had told me there was a gang of humans cruising the city in search of vamps to hunt down, but I was under the impression they were only teenagers. It was doubtful they'd be strong enough to overwhelm this vampire, let alone have developed tough enough mind-shields to keep him out. And while electronic shield technology did exist and did work, it was so expensive very few could afford it
"Were they young?"
"No. Men, all of them, at least thirty."
That didn't sound good. "Perhaps you'd better go over to the Directorate. If there's a second gang active in the city, they'll need to know."
"I cannot."
"Why? My flatmate might not be back for days, and this really should be reported."
"Rhoan asked me to see him, and only him."
I raised an eyebrow. "I thought you didn't know my flatmate? And if you did, why didn't you ask for him by name last night?"
"Because last night I couldn't actually remember his name, just his address. And I never did say whether I knew him or not."
Typical vampire. I'm sure the half that weren't salesmen were damn lawyers sometime in their lives. "Does that mean you've seen him recently?"
"Yes. Before those men caught and staked me out. That is how I knew this address."
Then maybe this vamp could help me find Rhoan if Jack and the Directorate wouldn't. "When was this?"
He frowned. "I'm not sure."
Damn. "So where did you see him?"
"I can't say."
"Then why did those men feel inclined to stake you out?"
"Something else I can't remember."
"There seems to be an awful lot you can't remember," I muttered, stuck between belief and disbelief
"A regrettable side effect of being kicked several times in the head."
My gaze traveled to his forehead. There did seem to be shadowing under the mud, which might have meant bruising. "Have you got a name?"
"I have."
A smile twitched my lips. "Can you share it, or is it lost to the fog as well?"
"Quinn O'Conor."
"I'm Riley Jenson."
He leaned forward and held out his hand. I clasped it automatically, which was a stupid thing to do, really. He could have so easily hauled me out of the doorway had he intended me harm
But the only thing he did was wrap his long, strong fingers around mine and squeeze lightly. And with the heat of his palm burning into mine, it was all too easy to imagine the gentle strength of those fingers sliding across my body, stirring the desire already building deep inside. I swallowed heavily
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Riley Jenson," he added, his voice so soft it seemed to echo inside my head rather than through my ears
I pulled my hand from his, but clenched my fingers to retain the warmth of his touch. That one reaction made me realize I had better be careful. Until I knew more about him, about what he was really up to, I'd better keep some distance. No matter how much my hormones were suggesting otherwise
Yet curiosity was still stronger than caution